tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78341859318393256032018-03-06T04:25:32.937-08:00Empathy's EgoEmpathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03801629500258704553noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834185931839325603.post-41188284909147617222010-05-24T17:07:00.001-07:002010-05-24T21:08:01.779-07:00Dear God,<br /><br />I hope you’ll understand what I’ve done. I don’t pretend to think I know best what’s good for your people, but I can see when someone’s bad and bad to the bone. I know it’s wrong but I hate him and I’m still tryin to scrub his touch off me every night. I waited a long time to see how you would step in and set him straight but enough’s enough. <br /><br />I tried to take it one day at a time. Honestly, I did. Just make it through each day, I said. Don’t think about tomorrow, how every day I’ve got to keep secret and shudder under his oily mouth and ungodly words and pretend like I want his eyes on me. How I’ve got to just stand there each night smilin sweet and serve him his rye while he stares at the shape of my breasts under my shirt. God, you know I’ve tried to dress modest ever since it happened. I used to be vain, but I learned my lesson good. <br /><br />Well when I went into the bathroom after cleanin up and just about everyone left, I had the mace on me like I always have since that night. I can’t explain it but maybe it was you whispering to me to watch it. I just knew he’d be in shortly wantin another go. I was trembling in the stall but I had the mace out and when he opened the stall door BAM I shot it right in his eyes. He stumbled back and I saw my chance. It was like you had this planned out for me and I saw it so clear. He had his hands over his eyes and that solid ceramic pedestal sink was just aching to crack his head. Like you were speaking to me and I knew what you wanted. <br /><br />He was swimmin in so much whiskey I know you’ll make it look like an accident but I do worry about if they’ll make something out of the mace in his eyes. I’m trusting you God to fix this up and I’m grateful for your divine plan. I do hope you’ll get that sickly thud sound outta my head or at least take away that good feeling I get when I think about that black blood spreading out like oil under his slicked-backed hair. I put my faith in you. <br /><br />Amen.<br /><br />*I think it goes without saying, but this is a fiction piece written for <a href="http://thetenthdaughterofmemory.blogspot.com/">10th Daughter of Memory.</a>Empathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03801629500258704553noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834185931839325603.post-17215330399552476282010-04-25T10:03:00.000-07:002010-04-25T10:10:50.704-07:00laughterIn our empty kitchen<br />she held me,<br />shaking with overlapping sobs.<br />And I held back – <br />held on for dear life,<br />stunned into an impervious state.<br />It was a crying so surreal;<br />so severe, that it sounded<br />like wails of laughter<br />bouncing off the walls of the room<br />and slapping my face like<br />an unyielding torrent of anguish.<br />The ambiguous streak that divides<br />the two forms of hysterics<br />is shockingly obscure.<br />I had to check her face – <br />make sure the tears were real,<br />make sure the maternal body<br />upon my frame<br />was racked with grief,<br />not laughter;<br />seizing with pain,<br />not laughter.<br />It was a sobbing so intense<br />it tricked me into laughing.<br />I couldn’t stop.<br />An uninvited grin spit out the anomaly<br />in that drenched kitchen,<br />but she mistook my heaves for empathizing sobs.<br />And as I stood letting her tears<br />soak my hair and neck with guilt,<br />I marked the moment <br />where the weight of those years<br />finally took its toll<br />and made me laugh as<br />my mother cried with the sadness<br />of an entire dying world.Empathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03801629500258704553noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834185931839325603.post-76085270866094015282010-04-05T11:02:00.000-07:002010-04-05T11:10:59.492-07:00solaceUnder the blanket of darkness, she reveled in silence. So easy to forget the day, as the shadows slowly merged to fill each corner and crevice of the room. She could see nothing that could harm her in darkness, and hear nothing that would hurt her in silence. <br /><br />The only reminder of the outside world was the occasional uninvited headlights that invaded the bedroom through the curtainless windows. If the outside reminders became too insistent, she would pull the covers over her head, sheltering her adolescent mind from what was too much to endure.<br /><br />It was then she could try to sort the day. It was before she knew better than to try to implore God for empathy and reformation. It was long before she had quit wondering why she was obligated to carry such weight, before she had succumbed to just bearing it without question. She put these questions forth, to the darkness, to her God, to the guardian she clung to, and she searched her heart for answers, finding only herself and the silence of the night.<br /><br />When the sun adversely rose, the familiar sounds assaulted. The refuge consumed, she was bare and exposed. She ignored her shining vulnerability, however, already looking toward the night and the absence of the desolate flow of the day. She proceeded down, toward the noise and into the lion’s den to fill another page of her life.Empathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03801629500258704553noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834185931839325603.post-44204979584610512342010-04-01T16:19:00.000-07:002010-04-01T16:20:32.239-07:00roger is goneI didn't cry because I didn't know what to think.<br />The day was full of conflict.<br />Thunder cracked and a stream trickled off the tent and down my back,<br />slow and unavoidable.<br />Rain splat and packed the ominous mound of dirt,<br />drowning out the chanted condolence.<br />I didn't know my family; they were someone else that morning.<br />But I finally knew my uncle.<br />He shared so much with us this way.<br />The depth, the darkness, the last minutes of utter despair.<br />The hopelessness of seeing no way out,<br />of seeing no other possibility but ending his life.Empathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03801629500258704553noreply@blogger.com1